Joy is purchased by a collector

As my eyes adjust to both the darkness and the spotlight on me, I start to see that we’re in some kind of empty auditorium. It might have been for a theater or a movie house or some function that I wasn’t even aware of. The seats now, however, were all empty. The only other person in the whole area was the auctioneer, standing off to my right on a pedestal and behind a lectern.

The auction starts and moves fairly quickly. Evidently the auctioneer can hear or see the bids as he goes on goading the price higher and higher for me while I can’t hear or see anybody’s participation. I look over my shoulder at the weighted curtains when someone approaches me from behind and my sense of being livestock is increased as this person works to pose me while the auctioneer sells various ‘features’. My arms are positioned outstretched which allows this man to cup and present my breasts. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to live through this humiliation without crying but the man steps closer, pressing into my back, before reaching up and forcibly opening my eyes. My mouth is opened, and two fingers find their way in. After an ‘encouraging’ light slap to my cheek I get what they want and wrap my lips around the fingers in a lewd demonstration of my abilities. I’m turned around, balanced on one leg, sat down, positioned on my hands and knees, laying on my back, and every other humiliating position and pose I could imagine.

Eventually ‘the man on the million-acre ranch’ is declared the winner at 18,600. I assume they’re using credits, but I honestly have no idea what their currency is or even if I’ve fetched a high price. Once everything finishes, I’m again guided quickly out of the room, down the hall, and through the building until we walk outside. The carriage and cart that had brought me in was gone and the park and streets as far as I could see were completely empty. When I slowly turn to see the man who led me outside, I barely catch him passing through the door back inside, leaving me alone.

My head whips around, looking for anybody, any sign of someone watching me or tracking me. My rational brain screams and shouts that there’s no way they’d just leave me in a position where I could run and gain freedom, but the rest of me disagrees. Not wanting to be sold into slavery I run with everything I’ve got into the park across the street. I immediately move off the path and grimace as the bushes and low branches scratch at my bare skin, but I don’t let a few nicks slow me down. When I can see the street on the other side of the park I crouch down and start scanning for any sign of pursuit or other people out and about.

There’s no sign of anybody. The only thing that tells me this isn’t a deserted town is the establishment just down the street. Strangely there’s a hitching rail in front of it with three saddled horses tied to it. Any type of car would be problematic as they’d likely be locked and require a key of some sort. It’s not even like I’d have a chance of hotwiring it, something I didn’t know how to do in my own time let alone now. But a horse? It’s been years and in a far different body, but I could ride a horse!

With no one present and not wanting to wait for someone to come out I gather my wits and run toward the three horses. As soon as I’m in the street I hear shouted from behind me “There she is!”

I speed up as I look over my shoulder and see two men casually walking down the sidewalk. I’m far enough away that I believe I can make it to the horse, untie it, and get on. At that point I’ll have such a speed advantage that there’ll still be a chance of escape, so I lower my head and run for all I’m worth. I hear one of the men shout something toward me a couple times but pay it no mind. The last words I hear from them though make me run even faster. “Darlin, you can’t outrun a capture drone!”

I get another half dozen steps in before I hear a loud buzzing approaching me from behind and then feel something strike my back. It hits me hard enough to push me forward and I bring my hands up to guard my face. Everything happens at once and it’s only later, when I can take it in, do I realize what was happening. At the time it felt like I was running, then I was falling, then I was tied up and plugged and gagged and blinded and deafened.

There couldn’t possibly be any other use for this device. It’s not like it was made for cattle and altered for people. This was designed and built specifically to capture people. Women. When it hit my back, the capture drone extended its arms out. Two grabbed my wrists and immediately wrapped my hands up into little leather bags. It then pulled my arms up behind me, just behind its main body on my mid back. As my arms and hands were being dealt with, two similar arms extended downward and grabbed my ankles. It took advantage of my falling state to pull my ankles back up roughly until my feet were pressed against my ass. With all my limbs immobilized, I felt two arms wrap around my midsection and tightly grip me, holding the machine tightly to my back. I only learned later that four more ‘arms’ came out to support the capture drone and me over the ground. My face was probably only a few inches above the street. I say probably because while it the drone was attaching itself to me, taking care of my limbs, and standing up on its own, another arm gripped the back of my head. Its grip extended all the way around to cover my ears and immediately overwhelmed my sense of hearing with a mind-numbing white noise. It continued to extend a semi-translucent pink visor in front of my eyes that immediately lit up in a spiraling, almost hypnotic, light show.

I still hadn’t processed what had happened, but the drone wasn’t done with me yet. Whatever was wrapped around my head had another extension that wrapped around my lower face. It pressed against my jaw hard enough to open my mouth. Once my lips separated it pushed something in my mouth and inflated it. My eyes watered as it opened my jaw painfully wide and filled my mouth as it’s never been filled before. It even extended back like the previous dildo gag did and enters my throat. I’m thankful I remembered the girl’s previous help and immediately started breathing through my nose.

That really helped as the last stage of the capture drone took effect. Another arm must have extended between my locked ankles and took advantage of my spread open and bare groin. Like the gag in my mouth, two more parts of this insidious machine inserted themselves into me. The one going into my pussy wasn’t too bad, beyond the mental humiliation. It wasn’t even as large as the plug I’d worn in the Free Union, but my ass had never been penetrated before, therefore I had no reference to compare this experience to. The plug, or whatever it was, must have been well lubricated but it was still God awfully painful as it brute **** its way past my resisting sphincter. And it didn’t stop once it’s gained entry. It continued to grow and fill me.

Running. Falling. Bound, gagged, plugged, blinded, deafened. It all happened so blindingly fast. As I was just huffing and panting from my escape attempt, my nose was working overtime to cover the deficit my lungs were working on. It’s then that I noticed the legs from the drone attached to my back were actually walking me down the street. I couldn’t see past the spirals or hear past the white noise, but I could feel the slight sway back and forth of the damned drone making its way back to its owner. To my owner.

I was left in the grips of the capture drone for a long long time. Long enough to catch my breath, to count to one thousand several times over, to panic, to lose my breath again, to calm down and catch my breath again, to count to one thousand many times again, and finally to simply lose consciousness.

I only know I lost consciousness because I was ‘awakened’ by the drone withdrawing itself from me. The arms let go of my aching limbs and pulled out of my mouth, pussy, and ass. It laid me on the ground as the visor and earpieces were pulled back. Finally, it let go of my midriff and beeped once before it was merely resting on my back. I’d have thrown it across the room if I could move my arms. I’d have at least rocked it off me if I could even roll my body. But I wasn’t able to do those things. Instead, I could barely hear the man’s footsteps approaching me over the ringing in my ears. I felt him lift the drone up and off of me and carry it away, then return and lift me up easily into his arms. He held me like a child, with one arm under my knees and one supporting my shoulders and neck. A child, or a new bride.

When he laid me out, I finally opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a palatial bedroom on what I could only think of as an old-fashioned woman’s fainting couch or chaise lounge. A soft silky blanket was pulled up over me and the man took a seat next to me in a large plush chair. “Well good mornin’ lil darlin!”

The man, who I’d later learn was named Isiah Bennington, sitting across from me looked like any other man. He appeared as old as Dr. Moore or me before the Free Union youngified us. Maybe in his late 40s or early 50s. His full beard and mustache were a dark brown with a lot of silver and grey salted into it. His hair was covered by an honest to God white Stetson cowboy hat while he was wearing faded jeans, a plaid long sleeve button up shirt, and a white vest. He was fit and would stand at a little over six feet tall. He was no body builder and Atticus’ new physique would dwarf him, but he was filled out and strong looking.

“You’re Joy. From the auction I learned that you haven’t been to Gilead before and don’t know much about us at all. I imagine that’s a bit of culture shock on your part then, hence you runnin’ off like a new born calf. Now, I haven’t been to those far flung places like the Eastern Coalition, the Free Union, Mishigami, Aerugo, or Oceania. But I know we all treat our women differently. Here, women are for breedin or carin for those that are breedin. That is, unless they’re like you. Special. Lemme tell ya, I have a herd of seven women and none of them are blonde! I thought that might be a rumor that it even existed, but I’ll be damned I now own the only one!”

If we’d been talking about the latest news or sports or our jobs, he would have come across as pleasant and warm. But we weren’t talking about those things. We were talking about my enslavement to him. “So, yer probably askin’ yerself how this is gonna work out. Well, I let my girls all stay together. You’ll have a room of your own in the women’s house. It’s out back and once we’re done here, I’ll take you our and show you around. So long as you do as you’re told, we’ll get along just fine darlin’. I’d love to take you for a spin right now, but I want your first time with me to be real special and I want you prettied up for it. I imagine you pretty up real good.”

I breathed out a sigh of relief. It seems that sex was still going to be a part of my life here, but at least it’d wait until later to begin. Maybe I could talk to these other women and find out about… my thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and another man walking in. Isiah stood up and nodded toward him while saying “This here is Jonas. He’s my number one hand and he’s the head girl wrangler. He’s gonna put you through yer paces while I get ready for tonight’s shin dig. Now darlin’, I can see you gettin’ all spooked. Don’t you worry a bit. Jonas is as gentle as a lamb. He won’t hurt ya. Just do as he says now!”

My owner got up from his seat, shook hands with Jonas, whispered something in his ear, and then walked off toward another door while Jonas started heading right toward me. Where Isiah had a natural warmth to himself, Jonas seemed to be all business. While starting to disrobe he said matter of factly “Okay Joy, up on the bed.”